At the hospital, my daughter was waiting. She claimed her grandson had been in a car accident and needed urgent funds. Her solution was the same—sell the house.
When I told her the truth, she scoffed. “We bought that house. How could you possibly take out a mortgage? Who did you give it to?”
Before I could respond, my wife lashed out. “Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been keeping a little vixen—Vivienne Frost. You gave her all the money and the house, didn’t you?”
They didn’t stop there. My own family led the online attacks against me. Friends and relatives turned away. Strangers called me immoral.
I thought my wife would defend me. Instead, her face turned cold.
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re keeping a little vixen,” she spat. “Her name is Vivienne. You gave her all your money and the house, didn’t you?”
We had been married for decades without a single fight. I couldn’t understand why she would lie about me like this.
By the end, I was speechless—kicked out of my own home, shunned by friends and family, and torn apart by online harassment. Everyone called me an ungrateful, shameless old man.